I m a Dawlish Lady
When I was a girl, there was a flourishing Carthaginian cult in Dawlish. On Valentines Day, we would dig a huge pit on Dawlish Lawn fill it with wood, set it ablaze, and throw in our firstborns as a sacrifice to the Carthage God 'Baal'. Richer families would kidnap or purchase babies from Starcross, - Starcross being as it is today, a place for the underprivileged, mentally incompetant and ...